Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.